Sarah Babbitt graduated in the top third of her class at the University of Washington School of Law. Two week later she was hired as a junior associate at the law firm of Miller Anderson Geitz. She was introduced to the senior partners. They were mostly flabby middle-aged men with receding hairlines, except one. His name was Mark MacDonald. She crushed on him from the moment she laid eyes on him. It was his powerful presence that drew her in. He had the aura of an alpha wolf. He exuded confidence without having to say a single word. He was tall, dark and sexy with a tinge of gray at his temples. And he was well-built. His muscles stood out underneath his dress shirts. He was daddy material all right, she mused. But then she caught herself. She already had a daddy, even if he had been distant lately.
Sarah and her Daddy, a sandy-haired man named Kevin, had been together since she was in high school. He was thirty-four years old when they met at a party. He introduced her to the Ddlg world early on in their courtship. She surprised herself when she found how much she liked being submissive. For ten years he was her lover, her confidante, her best friend, her Daddy. That is, until she noticed he was spending less time with her. They rarely spoke and when they did it was to argue about something trivial. Sex was nonexistent. And then she caught him in bed with her sister. She threw him out. His betrayal devastated her. She cried herself to sleep. Ten years down the drain with nothing to show for it. She began drinking heavily to numb the pain. At the prodding of her girlfriends she got right back into dating. The best way to get over a man is to get under another one, they giggled. At some level she knew it was bad advice but she hurt too much to care.
At 5 ft 7 in she had been blessed with a pretty face, an hourglass figure, long light brown hair and blue eyes. She had no shortage of potential lovers. She would take home a different man most nights of the week. She felt wild and free again. But she wanted more. She wanted to be dominated by a daddy. A real daddy; not one of the wannabes she so often ran into.
Sarah's freedom came with a price. Either she was late to the office or she was tired, or both. Her work was hit-or-miss as a result. One day the office manager called her into her office to tell her she would lose her job if she did not clean up her act. "I'd hate for you to miss the office Christmas party," she smirked. Sarah did not want to lose her job. She curbed her drinking and clubbing to weekends. Old habits die hard, though, and she returned to her worknight partying ways, if to a lesser degree.
Somehow Sarah managed to make it to the office Christmas party. She desperately wanted to catch Mark underneath the mistletoe but she knew it would not happen. She went anyway. The night of the party she scanned the office for Mark but did not see him. Dejected, she drifted to the bar. After two glasses of white wine she started chatting with one of the junior partners. His name was Josh and he was a known lady killer. He was getting handsy with her. Normally she would have forcefully removed his hands but she thought, oh what the hell. When he suggested they slip into his office for some fun she accepted. But then she felt a hand grip her upper arm. Startled, she looked behind her to see who was holding her there. It was Mark. He turned to
Josh
. "Go play with someone else," he demanded imperiously. The junior partner scurried away with a hang-dog expression on his face. Watching him go Mark took hold of Sarah's other arm and turned her around to face him. He said nothing. He just stared at her. Finally he said, "You can do better than that little boy. Go stand by the elevator. We are leaving."
Sarah said nothing, only nodding in agreement. Excitement and anticipation fluttered in her chest. At the same time she felt the urge to defy him. He had ignored her for so long. She would not go so gently into that good night. She found herself at the bar again with a glass of white wine in her hand. If Mark wanted her he would have to find her. And it might make for an interesting evening. She grinned impishly.
Several minutes later Mark showed up. His brow was furrowed and an angry scowl was etched on his face. Without saying a word he grabbed her upper arm and jerked her away form the bar. Her drink fell and crashed on the floor. The people around them looked up but, when they saw it was Mark, quickly looked away. When they were in the elevator Srah could tell that Mark was seethhing by the pulsating vein on his forehead but he said nothing. After they got into his Porsche 911 Mark pulled on his driving gloves. He turned the ignition and began driving. They were silent until they got out of the city. Without looking up Mark broke the silence. "Don't think your stunt back there won't go unpunished," he said.
'God, I hope not,' Sarah thought. But she replied, "I know."
Mark nodded. A minute later he spoke again. "You have terrible taste in men," he said as a matter-of-fact.
Sarah could not disagree. She had almost slept with Josh. Josh.
"I have been watching you," he continued. Sarah felt a thrill in her chest. He had noticed her after all. "You could be a competent attorney with a bright future but your personal life is getting in the way. You need guidance. You need me."
She turned to him. "How do you know about my personal life?" she wanted to ask. But before she could open her mouth he added, "One hears things if one pays attention." He was silent while he passed a driver on their right. After he slid the car back into the right-hand lane he spoke again. "If you follow my directions to the letter I can turn you into who you were meant to be. But you must submit your will to me. Can you do that?"
Sarah did not have to think. Mark was offering her what she wanted. Security. Stability. Discipline. "Yes," she replied in a small voice. When Mark did not respond she cleared her throat before pitching her voice louder. "Yes," she repeated.
"Good," Mark said. "From now on you will address me as Daddy. Are you okay with that?"
Her pussy began to get wet. "Yes, Daddy," she replied almost immediately.
Mark let out a low chuckle. "Are you sure? I require your total obedience."
"Yes, Daddy," she replied firmly.
Mark did not respond, instead focusing on the road ahead. In thirty minutes they were pulling into the driveway of his home. It was a large two story mansion. As Sarah stepped out of the car, she couldn't believe he lived here alone. It was far bigger than the apartment she shared with three roommates. Once inside the front hall she stared up at the high ceilings and the artwork on the walls. "Wow," she whispered to herself.
Mark came up behind her and lifted her skirt. He caressed her ass. Sarah moaned softly at his touch. She yelped when the same hand spanked her derriere. "That was for not obeying me," he said in a low voice. She felt her juices trickle out of her pussy. "Oh, Daddy," she cooed. "May I have another?"
Mark said nothing; he just spanked her again, harder. Sarah closed her eyes and relished the way her ass stung and her pussy tingled. "Take me upstairs and fuck me, Daddy?" she whispered.
Mark opened the top button of his shirt and loosened his tie. "Go to my bedroom and get naked. I want you to stand by the bed and wait for me."
